I’m supposed to write to you about what I was into in June. It’s on my blogging schedule. Well, what’s left of it.
I was talking with a co-worker about admitting responsibility for mistakes. If I’m even remotely responsible for something, I take the hit. I fess up and say “this bad thing happened, and that was my fault, and I’m sorry.” He laughed and said that the thing we were discussing wasn’t at all my fault, and that my quick acceptance of guilt was probably due to my Southern Baptist upbringing. (We each just found out that the other grew up Southern Baptist yet now attends a more mainline Protestant church. So now we have this little joke we make. It’s weird how you find random connections with people, isn’t it? Anyway…) And so, here’s my confession: my blogging schedule has turned to complete chaos because living in a hotel alone without my cat or my husband or my closet or my kitchen is kind of rough.
But while I really want to remedy this issue by telling you What I Loved about June, here’s the thing. Before I can tell you about the good things that happened in June, I have to tell you about the bad things. Because, just being honest, June was kind of the worst ever.
You already know that I got a cool job offer and that we said yes to it even though it meant that I would be living away from home for 45-60 days this summer. And I love my job even though it is super frustrating and I love the project I’m leading even though it’s probably more likely that global warming is no big deal and that we’ll have a Middle East peace agreement by Tuesday than that my project will end well. But, did you know that on my third day there I fell all the way down a flight of stairs, busting up my leg, breaking four fingernails, and bruising the entire right side of my body? That totally happened. I’m pretty sure the security guards all secretly know me as “that girl from the stairs video.”
Here’s something else you might not know: I was so stoked to finally get a new phone, that I went all in: I ordered a fancy new iPhone 5s with a big memory card for photo-taking and better mobile blogging. It was the first time I’d ever paid for a phone and I was so excited. Two weeks in I dropped it and the screen shattered, so I had to pay to repair it. Then, the day after I picked it up and purchased a new case to protect it, it was stolen. Yes, seriously. And so that’s several hundred dollars down the drain and, also, now I don’t have a phone. I’ll be re-activating my iPhone 4 so my adorable tweets and life-changing instagram photos will return to your feeds soon but, since I had been hating on that phone for months and basically living for the day I could upgrade, I’m pretty bitter about the whole thing.
H and I have started saying that this new phone was probably cursed, so it’s good that I’m rid of it. Unfortunately I don’t believe that for a second. (Related note: having no cell phone while you live alone in a hotel away from your husband is not awesome.)
Oh, and on Sunday I went to brunch with two friends to celebrate a very exciting birthday. And we all ate a delicious meal and then got food poisoning. That was really cool too.
So June, I will have to check you later. I need a re-do for Father’s Day and my parents’ anniversary, for celebrating my best friend’s big move and for making a cake for Flag Day. (Yes, Flag Day. All patriotic holidays matter).